Why?

Why do you write?  Why do I write?  What is the impulse, inspiration if you will, behind putting words to paper (or screen).   I don't mean the obvious reasons like to be published, to be rich or famous.   What is the drive, the heart behind doing it? What do you get from your writing? What does your writing do for you? What, if any, needs or wants does it fulfill?

 Why do I write? I don’t think it’s that I write so much as I occasionally put thoughts about something into words. And more often than not, it’s harder to do it than it is to explain it. And those thoughts are more often blogs, or Facebook posts, than actual writing. So, why do I blog?

I write because I want my words, my thoughts, to mean something. It doesn’t matter if anyone reads them, that is just an awesome bonus. It doesn’t matter if anyone comments on them, though again I love it when they do. I just want to know that I’ve done my part to make my words, my thoughts, mean something. The simple (sounding) act of taking a thought and changing it to words. Putting those words out there. Regardless of where they go or who they impact, I want them to MEAN something. I want to believe that even the disjointed round about words that originated with my thoughts are meant for something more than just my brain. I need to believe that my thoughts might impact someone else who happens to read them. I have to believe that what I think, and have to say about what I think, is what someone else needs to read (or hear). I want to make someone laugh, think, feel…whatever it is they take away from my words. 

I don’t write consistently. Sometimes going months between blog posts. That’s not to say I don’t think often, mind you. I write when a thought inspires me. When that thought makes sense, to me, and I feel like it might mean something. I’m not a ‘writer’ and don’t fancy myself one. I’m not really even a blogger as I don’t do that consistently. When the voices in my head have something to say I say it. When the thoughts in my head make sense and feel like they serve a greater purpose than just to entertain me I try to put them into words. At the end of the day I’m a thinker. I’m a sharer. I’m just another person with sometimes interesting, always random thoughts. And I share those thoughts for one reason. So they ‘mean’ something.